Blue is her color
gray may conceal her
fair water to contain
Look out any window
the Earth may wonder
whether to remain
or as tree or as me
or as thoughtfully
or as water concede
to stay a while and color me real
or as wandering thought
or as restlessly
or as turbulence bleed
a sacred wound for beauty to heal
Black is her color
brown dust conceals her
once meadow once rain
Look out any window
Dawn may wonder
whether to remain
or as sky or as sea
or as windfully
or as forest agree
to stay a while and color you real
or as wandering thought
or as tearfully
or as petulance flee
this sacred wound for beauty to heal
Stillnesses hurt as morning deserts you
saddened and clouded and worn
Memories turn
to hope that concerns us all
Leaving this world and all that she brought you
plundered and battered and torn
Memories turn
to hope that concerns
and prays for the Earth you dream
White is her color
pure light to hold her
once ocean once terrain
Look out any window
the Air may wonder
whether to remain
or as eye or as free
or as truthfully
or as ocean accede
to stay a while and color us real
or as wandering thought
or as hopefully
or as wonderful deed
to kiss this wound for beauty to heal
Stillnesses hurt as evening deserts you
saddened and clouded and faint
Memories turn
to hope that concerns us all
Leaving this world and all that you brought her
heroes and painters and saints
Memories turn
to hope that concerns
and prays for the Earth you dream
